The Foggy Dew-Annwn

[ti:The Foggy Dew] [ar:Annwn] [al:Anarchy & Rapture] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - Annwn [00:10.49]Composed by：Traditional Song [00:20.98]I was down the glen one Easter morn [00:26.62]To a city fair rode I [00:32.72]There armed lines of marching men [00:38.54]In squadrons passed me by [00:45.06]No pipe did hum no battle drum did [00:51.26]Sound it's loud tattoo [00:56.68]But the Angelus Bells o'er the [01:00.14]Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew [01:17.72]Right proudly high in Dublin town [01:23.68]They hung out a flag of war [01:29.46]'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky [01:35.59]Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar [01:41.94]And from the plains of Royal Meath [01:47.20]Strong men came hurrying through [01:53.58]While Brittania's huns with their [01:57.00]Long range guns [01:59.42]Sailed in through the foggy dew [02:14.44]'Twas England bade our wild geese go [02:20.46]That small nations might be free [02:26.17]Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves [02:32.33]Or the fringe of the great North Sea [02:38.30]Oh but had they died by Pearse's [02:42.92]Side or fought with Cathal Brugha [02:50.22]Their names we'd keep where [02:53.42]The Fenians sleep 'neath the shroud [02:57.66]Of the foggy dew [04:17.03]Their bravest fell and the requiem bell [04:22.81]Rang mournfully and clear [04:28.94]For those who died that Eastertide in the [04:35.48]Springing of the year [04:40.89]And the world did gaze in deep amaze [04:46.68]At those fearless men but few [04:52.71]Who bore the fight that freedom's light [04:58.63]Might shine through the foggy dew